The Heartwood Ashen Remains

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Trading a bounty of thorns for an overgrown gravesite, the moss blanket of the Heartwood was welcomed underfoot. Vale had moved slowly in her travels. Taking the time to scour the horizon and absorb each passing environment. She did not know the name of this place. But even one uninformed of the events that have long since passed could assume a burn had taken claim of what was once a great stretch of forest.

With a gentle stride, she weaved amongst the saplings, brushing aside what little sprouts she could before placing each paw. Pausing in a barren patch, she closed her eyes. Within her mind she constructed what perhaps might have stood around her. Tall, mighty trees that caressed the sky with their limbs. Obscuring the sky in the spring when adorned with green. Boughs that sheltered all that walked beneath. 

Of course, that was simply in her imagination. In spite of this fact, she still felt small. The idea of what might have been, or what may be to come, was far greater than what she presently was. With a brisk shake, Vale opened her eyes again. Lowering herself to the forest floor, she pressed her chin against the ground. Taking in a new perspective. One of young trees, some with their first leaves.

What did this place have to tell her? Were there any secrets left to tell?